dont remind me that day, moist and far away,
\ndont show me the window
\nnor the all the gold that lay in the skies
\ndont ask me to show
\nall the pain i had in my body,
\nit still has not gone away
\nbut i am aware
\ni was lying there
\nfree from all coverings
\nthat wisdom paints on one self
\nand then some storm
\nsucked all the spring,
\nwhy should one feel drained
\nwhy<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
dont remind me that day, moist and far away, dont show me the window nor the all the gold that lay in the skies dont ask me to show all the pain i had in my body, it still has not gone away but i am aware i was lying there free from all coverings … <\/p>\n